Sunday, December 1, 2013

Guest Sonnet: Kairos


When I’ve become a corpse in the ground
skin all filled with holes and rotting,
centipedes will scuttle in and out
of the lump of flesh once called my body

My lungs will stutter and my heart
will seize, my limbs will all go still
my flesh will grow icy and hard
my face hollow and pale

You should touch me while I’m still full
of life, grasp my shoulders while I’m still warm
bite my neck while it still has a pulse
explore cavities uninfested with worms

distract me from mortal pains and fears
we could have minutes, we could have years

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